Monday, February 05, 2007

Scent-of-a-Woman-Al Pacino

I've got a beard, a beard with an almost-capital "b." I am, quite possibly, the beardiest I've ever been in my life, and that's saying a lot.

I rode out the itchy stage where I constantly fought the urge to run into the bathroom to buzz it off. That was torture.

You set little benchmarks for yourself when you're struggling with whether to shave a beard or not. For example: "I can't shave it now, I've gone past the Brian Wilson stage, and now it's Mike Love. I'll shave it when it's Carl. Definitely before Dennis."

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

shouldn't you include a picture?

paul said...

Probably.

Cocovan said...

You sure it's not a "Merkin"?

Geritopia said...

When?